His Neglected Wife Is A Genius Auctioneer

Chapter 6

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day afternoon, the third nann

lyle. Your daughter is

nce Chloe left, his once orderly life had crumbled. Small thin

ced a cup of black coffee on his table

one." He rubbed his temples. "Ch

tter that she's gone. Anyway, she ne

your opinion," J

Metropolitan Museum of Art's charity auction is tonight. Stel

he driver's side and saw the beautifully presente

eful face, he felt a rare pan

dressing room, sorting through her cards. She wore a sharply tailored black tuxedo, h

e main sponsor specifically asked you to oversee the fina

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ed glasses, a fami

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inar, was introverted, and always buried herself in her books, n

u the

lways felt you would eventually come here. You're the be

"I've forgotten what it

and gently kissed her knuckles. "Good luck with th

and respectful-a level of respect

d with Stella. Carla, in a shimmering gown, followed behind, taking Julian's coa

please Stella, pointed to a diamon

will buy it for you." Just then, the announcement of

whispers of the crowd like a familiar symphony. Her h

d. A spotlight s

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ed into the light. Her calm

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middle of t

ack coffee cup in his hand tilted, spilling coffee onto the

eyes

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His Neglected Wife Is A Genius Auctioneer

Ellene Millstein Modern

“Chloe had just undergone surgery to remove her fallopian tube, but her billionaire husband, Julian, didn't show up at the hospital. Instead, his housekeeper called, ordering her to attend a business dinner. When she dragged her agonizing, stitched-up body back to their penthouse, Julian didn't ask if she was okay. He just threw a limitless black Amex card at her face, telling her to stop playing the victim and name her price. Things escalated when his seven-year-old daughter accidentally spilled scalding water on Chloe's hand. His ambitious assistant, Kara, immediately swooped in, screaming that Chloe had deliberately burned the child out of jealousy. Julian didn't even look at Chloe's blistering skin. He held his daughter, called Chloe a monster, and threatened to destroy her. "You wouldn't survive a day without the Carlisle name," he sneered. Looking at the child she had raised for five years and the husband she had sacrificed everything for, a chilling coldness seeped into Chloe's bones. She had abandoned her Ph.D. at Columbia and her status as a top Christie's auctioneer, only to become a disposable, unpaid nanny and a corporate accessory. She didn't cry or defend herself. She simply took off her five-carat diamond ring, threw the black card at the assistant's feet, and packed a single suitcase. When Julian saw her a week later, she was standing in the spotlight of the Met Gala, holding an auction gavel, ready to make him pay.”